What are the poems praising laborers?

"Ode to May Day" spring breeze and spring rain swept Yuan Ye, and a long layer of green was awakened. On the high iron tower and the layers of distribution network, busy scenes of line maintenance workers were hung. The wind played cheerful music on the wires with warm hands, and sang an accompaniment song for the workers in the vast sand sea in loneliness. Because of their existence, the deserted Gobi is full of vitality and high spirits. In order to make the small town near the desert have a bright night, and for thousands of workers to use electricity safely and continuously to build the motherland, our electric workers will go back to the moonlight war and sandstorm, patrol the lines, repair and eliminate the defects from the barren fields to the noisy streets, and carefully check every corner from overhead lines to underground cables to prevent every hidden danger from slipping through their eyes ... This is the messenger of light.

Our simple wish is never-ending labor, that is, making labor a virtue and a craft handed down from generation to generation. This tradition and habit that goes deep into the bone marrow is as irresistible as a father's face. Day after day, year after year, we carefully hold the fields in our hands, and labor in the countryside is the only way for us to mature. Now happiness is starting from simple labor, and it is surrounded by fields and villages from all angles. We love labor, our tired bodies are pure and peaceful. "Golden Dance" is under the protection of labor. My body is grateful in the beat of the sun. There is a sound of metal, and there is a sound of friction between metal and soil. This seductive voice has been hovering over the land, which makes us understand the taste of the land more deeply. Labor makes us gush out endlessly like sweat, silently like a feather that beats metal. We are born for labor and take off our scales and seep with the rain. In the mature season of a golden dance, our fragrance is full of fragrance and our branches are high, and we love labor

Song of Labor stands at the first end of Red May and goes deep into the workers' hearts, realizing that the jumping notes in the sunshine accidentally drop down and touch the silent fruit trees, and the strong song of labor suddenly rings on the silent earth, echoing in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers, shaking down trees and birds among the blue sky and white clouds, and spreading red colors in the morning. Can't help the sunshine, rain, dew, spring breeze, push the flowers of civilization in the city, and promote the fruits of labor in the countryside. The beautiful scenery is full of joy, singing the song of labor under the flying notes, bringing the good news of spring sowing and bringing the hope of Xia Yun to make the earth full of poetry, letting the song of labor be dyed in autumn and picturesque, singing forever, and constantly arching out rich fruits from the ground like notes, delicious and sweet.